To lose our jetty population
Would take the shine from our great nation,
And make us all like old shoes, lacking
A coat of Day and Martin’s blacking.
We’re glad to find New England beauties
For black men’s rights and white men’s duties
Enlisting their resistless charms,
For all men yield to ladies’ arms.
Do, dears, make us your generalissimo,
An all important trust that is, you know,